Standing in a cosmic gale

I close my eyes and look to the sun.

Soon they come, kaleidoscopes of perfect patterns only I can see. They seem like a dome overhead.

They seem alive, ever changing, ever evolving.

Are they mine, or am I witnessing the edge of something that I can’t completely perceive? Something always there, unseen. Yet interacting with us on a quantum level.

Interacting with everything, everywhere, simultaneously.

Then they dissolve into a sea. A sea filled and flowing with a multitude of specks, expanding and receding, flowing everyway, tumbling over and over on themselves.

It seems a concert, with a rhythm that is life. A perfectly choreographed yet chaotic sea of life. Which we walk through unknowing. Flowing through and around us, brushing us with a constant music beyond our imagining.

I open my eyes and my reality returns, altered perhaps by a new understending, a new perspective. I stand in a cosmic gale, the edges of my reality now blurring.